The king said to Barzillai, “Cross over with me, and I will provide for your old age as my guest in Jerusalem.”
you have no idea what your life will be like tomorrow. You are a puff of smoke that appears briefly and then disappears.
I tell you, brothers, the time is running out. From now on, let those having wives act as not having them,
If a man were to die, and live again, all the days of my drudgery I would wait for my relief to come.
It was Barzillai, a very old man of eighty, who had provided for the king during his stay in Mahanaim; he was a very great man.